Game of Sinners

Chapter Three - Let's Get Drunk

"One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?"

"Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun."
― Jessica Sorensen, The Coincidence of Callie & Kayden

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Two dress changes, one hour in the shower and 15 minutes doing make up, I was finally ready. I looked in the mirror and was pleased with the results.

I was wearing a simple, sleeveless dress that hugged my athletic body and reached my mid-thigh. The bodice had a dark blue lace design that trailed up around the side my shoulders, leaving my collar bone exposed. A platinum belt hung around my waist that caught the light with a sparkle.

My dark brown hair was left in its natural waves, tumbling back off my shoulders with a few lose curls pulled to the front. Forget-me-not blue eyes stared back at me with long lashes framing them which made me look older.

The lip gloss I used made my lips look pinker and full, far from the normal thin and chapped lips I was used to. Almost invisible freckles dusted my button nose that curved around my oval face and high cheekbones. I didn't need to wear heals being 5"8 already so I wore grey pumps instead.

"Alex, Taylor's here!" Frank shouted up the stairs. I will prove him wrong, I thought. I plastered a smile on my face, dreading tonight but refusing to let that show.

Grabbing my phone, I hurried out of my room and down the creaky stairs to Frank and Taylor who were laughing at something before they both turned to look at me.

Taylors usual cheeky grin rested lazily on his face, lighting the spark in his whiskey coloured eyes that blazed like scaling Greek fire. Bold, dark eyebrows raised in surprise as I came down the last step, nearly disappearing into his low hanging chocolate hair that was tussled to one side.

A strong jawline lead up to his flat cheeks that had a slight dimple to them. Taylor once tried to grow a beard but failed miserably, blaming it on bad genes and saying it wouldn't have looked good anyway.

I had to crane my head up to look him in the face rather than to stare at the tight, white tee shirt that hugged his muscular chest. Black jeans hung low on his slim hips that had a chain attached to a leather belt.

"Who are you and what have you done with Alex?" Taylor practically sputtered. I looked down at myself and up again to his surprised expression. "How much make up did it take to achieve that?"

I smacked his arm playfully in retaliation to his comment.

"Hey I'm still the same girl I was half an hour ago, I can still kick your butt," I winked at him.

"You wouldn't dare," Taylor laughed.

"Alexa you certainly seem to be raring to go," Frank observed, clearly surprised by my upbeat mood about going to the party.

"Of course I would be raring to go, I'm gonna have a great time tonight and let my hair down," I gushed, noticing how fake my voice sounded even to my own ears. He only raised an eye brow at me and exchanged a look with Taylor.

"Come on guys, better get going," said Frank, glancing at the clock. We walked to the door and I gave Frank a quick hug before running to the car and getting inside. The stars twinkled above us as the dark fields rushed by.

"What the hell was that Alex?" Taylor asked incredulously above the hum of the quiet music.

"What was?"